The Decemberists

i was meant for the stage,



i was meant for the curtain.



i was meant to tread these boards,



of this much i am certain.







i was meant for the crowd,



i was meant for the shouting.



i was meant to raise these hands



with quiet all about me. oh, oh.







mother, please, be proud.



father, be forgiving.



even though you told me



'son, you'll never make a living.' oh, oh.







from the floorboards to the flys,



here i was fated to reside.



and as i take my final bow,



was there ever any doubt?



and as the spotlights fade away,



and you're escorted through the foyer,



you will resume your callow ways,



but i was meant for the stage.







the heavens at my birth



intended me for stardom,



rays of light shone down on me



and all my sins were pardoned.







i was meant for applause.



i was meant for derision.



nothing short of fate itself



has affected my decision. oh, oh.







from the floorboards to the flys,



here i was fated to reside.



and as i take my final bow,



was there ever any doubt?



and as the spotlights fade away,



and you're escorted through the foyer,



you will resume your callow ways,



but i was meant for the stage.